Paper Lions The Sheriff
I heard the toll, church bells rang
I cried for help, on a warm summer's day
As I drew near, it was an atrocity
A thief with a badge, and the days are for real
The Sheriff, the Sheriff
He's worth a million dollars,
Knows everybody's name
He's taken all your money
Without an ounce of shame
The Sheriff, Oh the Sheriff
Of Nottingham
The Friar came out
A bruise on his chin
So I called for help
He said it's a fight you can't win
Son can't you see?
He rules this town
There's a heirarchy
And we're on the ground
The Sheriff
He's worth a million dollars,
Knows everybody's name
He's taken all your money
Without an ounce of shame
The Sheriff, Oh the Sheriff
Of Nottingham
Alms for the poor
Guns for the war
Rob you of your name, strip you of your pride
Work you to the bone, and never satisfied
Hangin' on your shoulder, everywhere you go
One hand in your pocket, the other on your throat
Countin' all your money, every quid you've got
Drop it in his coffers, not a second thought
You're counting down the days, until he's in his grave
But even when he dies, you know he'll never pass away
